It’s been a sunshine-y week in so many ways, my friends, up here in the land that spring almost forgot. It’s been sunny and warm, and everything is blooming and budding. But, sunshine comes in many forms, don’t you think? Not just the life-sustaining, vitamin D kind. And it seems this week we’ve had sunshine every which way.
Being busy in a good way is a kind of sunshine in our lives. Hubby has been busy this week, in the ways he loves best. Fishing and golfing and planting most of our garden. I helped plant the flowers. That’s big of me, eh? But as you know, I don’t really do gardening, particularly vegetable gardening. Beans, and the picking there of, having scarred me as a child. Ha.
I’ve been busy too. Shopping, running errands, researching and planning and writing blog posts, and doing other blog stuff that needed to be done. I love checking things off my list. I’ve had several great walks this week. I’m not talking about a stroll along the trail admiring the spring flowers, but a really good, brisk walk with hills which get my heart-rate up and let my thighs know that I mean business. There’s something so satisfying about collapsing on the couch after a good walk (or ski or bike ride) with my tea and a book, knowing that I deserve it!
On Thursday, I had a fabulous lunch with one of my book clubs at my friend Janet’s house. Janet is a retired accountant who has reinvented herself as a painter. I love her painting… and her cooking. Then, I went for my first pedicure of the season. Hello sandals! And on Friday, I met my friend Liz for coffee and fashion chat and a browse around the Nordstrom Half-Yearly Sale.
On other sunshine-y fronts. I wore a favourite old pair of sandals shopping on Friday. When I met Liz for coffee, she exclaimed about them. “They’re great, aren’t they?” I agreed, holding my foot up to admire them myself. “It’s the chunky heel and the elasticized straps. Without that elastic, I’d never be able to wear them.” I’m a notoriously difficult fit for sandals, having long, skinny feet with long, skinny toes. Ugh.
I laughed when Liz said, “I need a pair of those. Where did you get them?” “Ha. It’s not a matter of where, my friend, but when. I bought them in 1997.” I remember stashing these babies away because they were in great condition. I knew they’d come back in style eventually, and I’d be able to haul them out triumphantly. There’s nothing better than being right on trend without having spent a cent, at least in this century.
So, I wore my old, old sandals, with my Paige high-rise skinny jeans, this new cream and gold striped tee from Theory, my Theory linen blazer, a Free People yellow gingham scarf, and my ten-year-old cream Michael Kors cross-body bag. And I felt wonderful. Wearing my sunshine, as it were.
And to cap off a great day of shopping, coffee, and a chat with my like-minded friend, a very nice lady stopped by our table at the coffee bar in Nordstrom. “Hope you don’t mind your conversation being interrupted by a reader of your blog,” she said. Oh my goodness, of course I didn’t. Margaret from Waterloo is in Ottawa to take part in the Ottawa Race Weekend. So, shout out to Margaret. Thanks for stopping by to say hello and spread a little sunshine my way. I hope you killed it this morning in the race. And that you missed the rain that set in around noon.
And speaking of spreading the sunshine, I want to thank D.A. of Daily Plate of Crazy for sending sunshine my way. I’ve read and admired D.A.’s blog for years. She’s a great writer. And she’s most generous with her sunshine, so often sharing it with fellow bloggers, like moi. She recently suggested my blog to her readers, and said some lovely things about me. You can read that post here. Thanks, my friend. One of these days I will definitely have to make a trip down to your neck of the woods and we can go shopping. Then we’ll chronicle the dressing room adventures of two women who are exact opposites physically (tall, fair, Irish genes vs diminutive, dark, Italian ones). I think there would be much hilarity, followed by wine and cake.
And to spread the sunshine around a little more, D.A. suggests (and I concur) that you should have a look at the blog Taste of France. Beautiful photos everywhere on this lovely, really interesting blog. May I just suggest that before you click on over there, you refill your cup of tea or coffee. You’ll no doubt be there a while. I’ve booked-marked a ton of posts that I want to revisit. Sigh. Almost makes me want to move to the south of France.
Almost. For as tempting as the south of France may be, I’m happy to be here on our own little plot beside the Rideau. Where it’s been lovely and sunshine-y all week. Sunshine every which way.
Until today that is. Today my neck and back are killing me, I had to cancel on my other book club, I’ve been wearing my heating pad all day, and I just had Ibuprofen for dessert. And… and I turn sixty-three tomorrow. And it’s raining. Lack of sunshine every which way, you might say.
Now that calls for a little B.J. Thomas music, I say. Not to mention a little Paul Newman.
Oh, I love that movie, especially that scene. Like B.J. says, we’ll never stop the rain by complaining. Besides after the lovely, busy, satisfying sunshine-y week I’ve had, today is just a blip. And sixty-three is just a number. In fact, I’m quite fine with sixty-three. It strikes me funny, though, that I had a major melt-down at fifty-one; you can read about it here. Yet I’m quite sanguine about turning sixty-three.
And it’s bound to stop raining before tomorrow. Hubby and I have a bike ride and picnic planned. Then he’s cooking me a special surprise birthday supper. And I’m trying hard to pretend that I don’t know what it is. 🙂
What have you been up to this week, my friends? Spreading some sunshine, are you? Or soaking it up?